Young Guns

Well, the first round of the NBA playoffs have seen the Los Angeles Lakers sent home packing which also marks the first time in 14 seasons Lebron James has left the playoffs this early.

None other than the Young Guns from Phoenix, the Suns themselves, did the deed.

It’s been awhile.

Devin Booker was on fire in the first quarter in a statement game for him. I don’t think there is any doubt whatsoever that Book belongs with the great scorers in the game. Dame, Russell (of course), and Doncic are all great scoring machines, some of the greatest in history, but as we all witnessed, scoring isn’t the only thing you need to be able to move on in the NBA Playoffs.


Fresh legs.

Even The King couldn’t do it alone.

Just as we get closer to selling our house, it seems everything is loosening up again as people get vaccinated.

Restaurants are increasing their capacity, although masks are still required.

The last time I had this much fun watching the Suns play basketball was when Mike D’Antoni was coaching them and Steve Nash was running the show on the floor. Those were some exciting teams to watch. I even loved it before when the Big Cactus sat in the paint.

But there just isn’t any substitute for fresh legs when you are playing late in the game. After 19 seasons, each an extended season due to playoff runs, usually deep ones, Lebron just did not have it to give. AD, Anthony Davis, was unable to overcome his injuries to be able to compete, so it wasn’t going to happen, nor did it happen.

In the era of stocking your team with a Big Three, it usually takes one absence to throw everything off balance. I am not too sure going forward how it will work with the influx of money arriving soon, but we may see more attempts at building “superteams” with three superstars on the roster. I think it would be harder than usual to be successful with three star players because there are just too many variables of what can go wrong.

Times three.

The old model where you relied on a star shooter and a Big Man to carry the team just doesn’t work anymore. So now I don’t know who is gonna win the playoffs this year, but I love

watching the marquee players balling out when it matters most. There are a lot of variables involved, but one thing is absolutely clear: it won’t be the Lakers again.

I know Iam chomping at the bit for NCAA football to start back up again in fall and once again, as I do every year, I select God’s Team—The Fighting Irish of Notre Dame to win it all.

A glutton for punishment indeed.

Just so long as it is NOT Alabama, Clemson, Ohio State, or Oklahoma, I’m good.

It looks like we’ll be getting out of Dodge just in time as the temperatures are climbing up to 100 degrees before noon.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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